PS 

3503 

E1275 

L5 

1900z 

MAIN 


IRLF 


BOUGHT  FROM 
Hearst  Fountain 


in 


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Samuel 


and  u 
m?  teactjer  and  friend 


"Eastman 


E12--7S  L5 


in  T>arkness" 


Ol)is   poem   was   inspired   bv  ait&  is  dedicated   to  m? 
teacher  and  friend,  3&lss  !Jltar?  XiPljite  "Eastman 

Crouched  in  a  dark  and  silent  tomb, 
Apart,   alone,   in   gloomy   grief  — 

Affliction   clouded   life   and   hope, 
I  know  no  solace,  no  relief. 

I  saw  no  light,  I  heard  no  sound; 

Despair   a  spectre  ever  near. 
My  vitals   shrunk  in  horror  clutched 

And  I  was  bound  by  chains  of  fear. 

Injustice   ruled   my   mental   state, 
I  suffered  wrongs  I  would  not  own. 

The  blight  affliction  had  besiow<M,   i   ',,' 
Dragged  me  down  with  weight  of  stone. 

I  made  no  move  to  stem  the  tfd£, 
But  drifted  aimless,  weak  and  sad, 

And  sore  depressed  I  longed  for  death 
And  cursed  the  fate  that  drove  me  mad. 


Within  my  world  no  light  of  day, 
No  sound  of  harmony  or  peace! 

My  deadened  soul  awoke  at  last 
Inspired  by  one  who  brought  release. 

I  sensed  her  light,  her  warmth,  her  love 
Which  penetrated  through  my  gloom 

'Twas  then  my  shameful  self  I  saw, 
Creating  hell  to  be  my  doom. 

My  Angel  with  her  pure  desires, 

The  best  within  me  stirred  to  growth. 

Her  wisdom   led  me   step  by  step, 
Through  understanding  felt  by  both. 

The  cup  of  sorrow  she  had  drained — 
Thus   deep   responded   unto  deep. 

She  taught  me  life  was  all  in  thought, 
How  daily  sowing  we  must  reap. 

My  wounds  wore  healed,  my  grief  dispelled, 
1  then  found  justice  in  God's  plan. 

No   more   affliction's  blight   I   owned, 
From  f  alse  'ideas  I  rose  a  man. 

Resolved  to  make  the  best  of  life, 
To  mould  conditions  with  strong  will, 

And  not  to  be  the  prey  of  fate, 
Succumbing  to  a  fleshy  ill. 


My  eyes  within  now  see  the  light, 

Divinest  harmonies  I  hear. 
My  hopes  and  joys  are  not  of  earth, 

But  vibrate  in  a  higher  sphere. 

My  guiding  Angel  I  adore! 

Her  love  and  wisdom  sacred  are! 
No  fear  of  darkness  can  appall — 

She  is  my  light,  my  guiding  star! 

I  would  be  worthy  of  her  love, 
Which  points  the  way  to  Truth  divine. 

I  would  to  others  proffer  help 
And  try  to  let  my  light  far  shine. 


Photomount 
Pamphlet 

Binder 
Gaylord  Bros. 

Makers 
Syracuse,  N.  Y. 

PAT.  JAN  21,  1908 


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UNIVERSITY  OF  CALIFORNIA  LIBRARY 


